Желан език: Английски
Since losing you and your love
Not much has changed with me
I still write to you and your love
With crazy thoughts in my head
I think of you and cry.
There's no change, I'm like I used to be
My gaze is fearful, dark, and timid
My eyes have been offended by laughing for a long time
Living is devoid of pleasure, I cry
I pick the flowers and and throw them away one by one
Now there is a dark grave in front of me
I'm digging it without getting bored or tired of it.